AN: Hello everyone! I am back again with an all new story! I can't believe I finished the first one, still blows my mind. Okay so this one is obviously gonna deal with Jessica joining S.H.I.E.L.D so be prepared to see a lot of familiar faces from the movies and comics.
I recently saw the Amazing Spider-Man 2 and I have to say that I loved the shit out of it. I know some people didn't think it was good, but haters gonna hate. It's what inspired me to start this up again. If you have not read my other fic "Watch Your Step" please read that first before you read this.
There are some grammar mistakes and errors, please forgive. Disclaimer, I own no one!
Chapter 1: I Chose Right
"What did they tell you?" My mom asked as I sat on her bed. I looked up at her eyes to see her fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what will happen to me. Fear of my fate.
My life hasn't been easy lately. First there was me finding out that my birth father is really the corporate, crack pot, maniac also known as Norman Osborn. He kidnapped me and tried to make me into his own health keg that he can tap into whenever he feels sick. The bastard used his son, my half-brother, to be best friends with me. Harry made me think he would never hurt me only to betray that trust.
After I escaped from that place I only put myself in a worse spot. I felt like it wouldn't matter if I kept running away from OsCorp. Eventually I would need to slow down and that's when they will find me. Instead of running, I was given another option by someone else. S.H.I.E.L.D.
A few agents came to my door when I wanted to run away and they told me a "Nick Fury" wanted to speak with me. Maybe having this talk will save my life.
I sat down at the table in the interrogation room. The room was made of metal, the walls, the floor, the furniture. No windows were here, just one door to get in and out of. This was very intimidating, I mean I don't know what to expect from Nick Fury. I glanced up at Agent Coulson who was waiting by the door, "He'll be here in a moment."
Running is no longer an option, listening to these guys seems to be the only one that is smart. I called my mom earlier and told her that I was going to talk to S.H.I.E.L.D. She didn't want me to at first, but I managed to calm her down and convince her to go wait at home.
"Don't worry; my guys will look after her. They're the best," Coulson said when we were coming here. I trusted his word. He seemed like an honest agent. The kind that has no need to lie, well at least toy with me like that. The door opened up.
A tall, bald man entered. He was wearing a long, black trench coat. There was a scar on his eye, like an 'X', but over that was an eye patch. I wonder how that happened. He must have pissed off the wrong guy.
"Miss Drew? You've seem to have gotten yourself into quiet a mess," He sat down across from me, "My name is Nick Fury. I'm the Director here at S.H.I.E.L.D."
He was holding a folder of some kind. I didn't know what it said, he was covering it, "I've heard a lot about you and I have to say, I'm impressed."
"What have you heard about me?" I shrugged. He slapped the folder on the table, "The question is what haven't I heard about you?" He adjusted his seating and pulled a remote from his coat and pressed a button. The room suddenly lite up with the walls being screens, like on a TV; all of the frames had me in them. In one I was just a little kid sitting on a slab, and then I was playing with a ball on another screen. More screens showed me crawling the walls of my room or ceiling.
There was one screen where it looked like the camera was from the point of view of something small, but it was moving. Like the camera was on… "You put a camera on my cat?" I asked.
"We had to keep an eye on you somehow," Fury pressed another button and all the screens showed footage of me from Miles's point of view. There was one of me dressed up in my Spider-Woman suit, "Don't worry, it's only on his collar. We didn't surgically plant the device.'
"But this is still pretty fucked up!" I pointed at the screens, "You know how much of an invasion of privacy that is? This is illegal!" I shouted seeing another screen of me sleeping.
"So are you. According to these reports, you're not even fully human," he picked up the folder, "Like that is my fault? I didn't ask to be this. All I want is to be normal like any teenage girl would want."
Fury pressed another button, "That why you go out playing 'Superhero' at night when you're supposed to be sleeping?" the screens showed me from all over the city stopping crime and beating up criminals. Damn it.
"Nice outfit by the way," Fury stood up, "You going out there seemed to have stirred up attention with Norman Osborn."
"You know about that too?" I asked when he clicked the remote showing me as a prisoner at OsCorp. There were images of me lying against the wall, near death, as well as some of me escaping that place.
"Like I said, we know I lot about you."
"Yet you did nothing-," I threw my hands up, "No," Fury stopped me from ranting, "If you'd have waited a little longer, we were going to get you out of there. You might not be fully human, but you are a citizen of the United States."
"So the whole me not being human deal, that really illegal or—?"
The screens went to showing my mom, but it showed her being blasted with a radiation beam, just like she told me. Fury put his hands on his hips, "You are technically a product of illegal experimentation. Someone like you can cause quiet a lot of issues."
"So are you gonna lock me away? Quiet me from doing damage to the public?" I asked. Fury shook his head, "No, I want you to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Excuse me?" I had to hear that again.
"I want you to go out there and put your abilities to use. You will be trained by the best."
I sat up straight in my chair, "Hold on, hold on. You basically want me to be a weapon for you to use when you don't want to risk the lives of your agents or whatever?"
"I wouldn't have said it like that, but that's pretty much it."
I sunk back in my chair, "Awesome," it wasn't at all, "I got one guy trying to use me for miracle cure and you want to make me a weapon."
"You wouldn't be treated like that. You'd be trained the same as any of our other members," He placed his hands on the table. I glanced up at him, "Why do you want me? I'm pretty sure you'd be better off with 'Spider-Man'," I pointed at the screen when it showed footage of me teaming up with Big Boy, "He's a better superhero than me."
"Which is the exact reason we want you and not him," he turned to the screen, "That's all this guy is. A superhero. A face that everyone can look to when the chips are down. He can't handle the pressure or sacrifice. He's a better poster boy than a spy," he turned back to me, "You do. You are much more about stealth. You don't make a lot of noise, in fact, you like being hidden."
I shrugged, "I know how not to get caught."
"Which is perfect," he sat back down, "Do you want to help people? Like really stop bad stuff from happening?"
"I already do," I simply said. Fury shook his head, "No, two-bit criminals are a dime-a-dozen. I'm talking about global threats, terrorists, tyrants, crooked organizations."
"Like OsCorp?" that got my attention. He nodded, "Stuff that will matter in the long run. You can stop it and make a difference. You can give yourself more meaning by working for us."
Doing more with myself? That sounded dangerous, but at the same time I wanted to do it, "I don't know, General. That's quite a big leap from stopping bank robbers and car thieves."
"Well, how about this. If you join us we can protect you from Norman Osborn," I felt uneasy at that name, "He tried to take you once, it's only a matter of time before he does it again."
I crossed my arms, "And what exactly would you do to protect me?"
"You are looking at three options, Jessica. Option one, you don't join us and he kills your mom, and then takes you just so he can poke at you. Doesn't sound too great, right?"
Sounds awful, "Option two, you do join us and we move your mother across the country. You would only see her ever so often, but she would be safe. Meanwhile you get to train and work for us."
Mom would be safer away from me, but I know for a fact she would hate that, "What's option three?"
"You and your mom stay at a S.H.I.E.L.D. base, at least until we get our mobile one up and running. Your mom use to be scientist, I could put her back in the labs while you go out doing your assignments. You'll be together and always under constant security."
That sounded like the best one, the most likable one to me at least. But being under constant S.H.I.E.L.D. watch? It was a double-edged sword. I sighed, "Option three."
"I like option three too. We already sent a team to your apartment to pack up your stuff," Fury stood up with the folder.
"Wait what?" I stood up quickly too, "We sent a team. You may recognize someone there."
Before he left the room, I had to ask, "Wait? Did I even have a choice in the matter?"
Fury smirked at me, "You chose right," the door shut.
When I walked into my apartment I saw S.H.I.E.L.D. agents all over packing my mom and mine's stuff in boxes. There was a blonde woman with her back toward me as she was ordering two agents lifting a couch, "Be careful with that, you don't want to buy it do you?"
"Hey," I said making my entrance. When she turned around I realized it was Ms. Danvers, my school dean.
"Hey, Jessica, don't worry I'll make sure these guys don't screw anything up," she smiled at me. I wasn't smiling, "You worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.? This entire time you have worked for them?"
"We had to keep an eye on you somehow, kiddo," She had her arms crossed as she told me that.
I threw mine in the air, "Un-fucking-believable! That's how you landed that job at school. Is that why you were always going easy on me? Why you worried?"
Carol turned toward me, "Calm down. You were a good kid, that's why I gave you a break."
"You knew this whole time. Anyone else I need to know that was an undercover agent?" I spat. She nodded her head, "Well, technically Dr. Samson is an alley of S.H.I.E.L.D., if that helps?"
"It doesn't!" I said right before walking off to my mother's room. She was packing her books and folders, "Oh, you're here. They just walked in and said they were here to help."
"Yeah, I figured," I sat on her bed, "I'm sorry this is all a mess, Mom. If I'd have known all of this was going to happen, I would never have done the things I did. I would have just-."
"You can't blame yourself for that now. You wanted to help, to express yourself. It was only a matter of time," My mother started to pack her clothes, "So what now?"
I looked down at my feet, "Well, you're not gonna like it," my voice turned into dread. I hate explaining difficult stories to my mom. She always asks about every little detail when I just want to get the point out.
"What did they tell you?" I turned to look at my mom. She was scared; terrified of mine and Fury's discussion. I sighed, "We're moving in with S.H.I.E.L.D."
She didn't say anything, but let me continue, "I was given three options and I picked the one that would have us under constant protection and we will be together. The guy with one eye, Fury, said that we would live at a headquarters here until they get a better place for to live in."
"But we're moving to a Government owned building? That doesn't sound weird to you? Will you continue to go to school? Can I still go to work?"
Before my mother could start blabbering about all these questions, I just wanted to tell her the important things, "I'm going to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"What? You can't just drop everything and go work for these people."
"I have to if I want to keep you safe," I stood up to approach her, "Mom, I know you wanted me to live a normal, happy life, but that can never happen."
I stopped to catch my breath, "I was never going to be the normal smart girl and I'm sorry for that," her face looked like she was upset, let down. Another thing I hate that I do to my mom, disappointing her. There's no worse feeling than that.
"You're a fighter," she whispered, "You always have been. As a child you would come home with scraped up knees and busted up chins. I worried about you," she glanced up at me, "I hated seeing my baby harmed. I couldn't stand it. And now you want to go out into the world," she threw her arm out, "You want to beat up bad guys and get hurt and I can't stop you."
My mother sat down on the bed again. She let out a sigh, "I can't stop you from doing what you want. All I can do is just stand by and hope you don't get hurt."
She shut her eyes, "I'm useless. I'm a lousy mother."
"Stop saying that, Mom," I went to sit next to her, "You did all you could. But you're right. I want to do this."
She gave me a weak smile, "As long as this is your decision. The best choice you want? There's nothing else?"
"No," I reassured her, "I chose right."
Walking into the headquarters with our stuff was not as intimidating as I thought it would be. Coulson showed us to our room that we would be staying in, "This room is temporary, at least until our main base is up. So don't get to comfy here," he was holding a small box and handed it to me.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Carol packed this box herself at your house. She wanted to make sure it was the first thing you got."
I took it and started to go through it. I found Bova, my stuffed cow doll in here as well as that Norse mythology book. I really need to get rid of this stupid thing. I dug deeper to see some old pictures. There was one of me and Gwen at one of her debate team competitions. She won first prize and her dad took us to her favorite restaurant. I think it was the first time I went to a fancy place like that. Another photo was of me and Gwen again, but we were in middle school. This was on one of the field trips to Central Park. I find it hard to believe that I've know her for such a long time, yet she doesn't know about my "Spider-Woman" powers. It's better that way.
The last photo in here was of me, Miles, and my parents in our old house. The one that I use to visit after my dad died and we had to move out. I was six in here and happy as can be. Miles was just a kitten in this too, I was holding him. These pictures reflected my old life, my childhood. I'm gonna miss it.
I stuck my hand in again to pull out my red mask. I looked at it's white eyes and smirked. This is who I am now. This is my life.
AN: Okay, first chapter done. I know it was short, but the chapters will get longer as the story progresses. Let me know what you thought in the review. Also let me know what you thought about the Amazing Spider-Man 2. Did you love it, hate it? But please don't spoil it for anyone else, use a spoiler alert.
Okay, I'll be sure to update soon guys! Kisses!
